Smut Cut

All of us except for the most saintly or blissfully ignorant, enjoy our online smut. I'm no exception. And I'm not talking about the kind that involves hot moaning men and/or women in various sweaty positions of disarray. After all, Porn is very much an integral part of the average netizen's life, if not a commonly acknowledged one. Widely watched by guys and to a lesser extent by the girls, porn serves to fuel the dark, dirty fantasises people possess; a quick release for raging hormones or perhaps just a salacious pastime.

But no, I'm not talking about porn. Rather it is smut of the sensational, bitchy and often saucy nature that I'm referring to. Outrageous exploits and sordid gossip by our fellow bloggers in a virtual environment where almost anything and everything is fair game. Blog surfing is after all an extremely popular activity that carries none of the stigma its more sordid cousin, porn surfing, possesses.

Before I carry on, let me address this. It has been brought to my attention that this blog is apparently well known and read by many people in my law school, classmates or otherwise. And apparently it has been causing an uproar. Why an uproar? Because I'm gay? There are at least 4 other guys in the same class that I can recall off the top of my head who are gay. So that doesn't seem likely.

Because I talk about gay sex? What do you think two gay lovers do when alone together? Sip tea and fold paper origami cranes? Obviously not. Sex has been, is and will continue to be an integral part of my life. And just like you would moan about the upcoming deadlines for CPCM/FMS or gripe about a crappy buy, I'll talk about gay sex as and when I please. After all, like the average male homo, I do love sex. Find me an average gay guy who doesn't like sex and I'll show you a eunuch or a You-nut, like the pastor loves to put it.

I won't go as far as declaring that sex is central to our existence, that would be a little extreme but it certainly remains a fundamental aspect of our life. When I switched blogs back in January, I was never under the illusion that the new blog would remain 'private'. As I stated in my inaugural post then, the whole idea was to have a blog which would be unadulterated and uncensored (within the prescribed legal limits), without the need for stifling self-censorship that was getting to be an absolute chore.

So it was with the knowledge that this blog might eventually be stumbled upon or discovered that I commenced blogging. And I've never looked back since. The Blog Master in our group discovered my blog some time back and and the suspicion that they knew would have continued to remain just that if not for my discovery that one of them was surfing my blog from his law firm. So now we all know but everything's as per normal, no uproar or silly fuss, if anything I get to stop making excuses for my total lack of interest in boobs.

I've never liked blogging about the going ons amongst classmates in law school or embellishing details about a particular individual, sensational or otherwise. Frankly, it bores me. At any rate, a thorough search of the various blogs of law school classmates, 'private' or otherwise, will leave one equipped with all the latest buzz on the gossip mill. Who did what, who's a bitch, who's plotting against whom, blah blah.

Privacy is a well spun illusion in cyberspace. Blogs, private or otherwise, will not escape the scrutiny of a determined or resourceful searcher. 'Private' or passworded entries also pose no obstacles to experts like our very own Blog Master. You've got something dirty to say that you don't want others to know? Don't put it up online. You want secrecy, you want privacy, don't blog. Keep a bloody diary.

The baseline of the prior six paragraphs is this. I'm gay. It should be bloody obvious from my blog. No, I won't stop talking about sex, gay or straight. If it offends your delicate sensibilities, I couldn't care less. Just fuck off. Alright, rant over. I like my online smut too and I usually get my cut from a few tried and trusted sources. Nothing like a little Quality Control to filter out the trash from the gems. And once in a while, I do stumble upon some really good blogs.

Witty, well written entries with an irreverential outlook on things and a wicked humour never fail to draw my attention and corresponding interest. Read a person's writings and you get a glimpse of that person's mentality and persona. And if the writer's gay and/or the entry deals with sordid or juicy details, that's a plus though it's certainly not a necessity. Jon's blog is one of those I frequent. He's gay, a male nurse, stuck in a devoutly Christian family, witty and totally irreverent. Unsurprisingly, he loves sex.

I'm always amused by his very candid and frank views on sex, his needs and strange situations peculiar to your average gay guy. After all, a heterosexual would never have to worry about introducing his or her partner in public; for homosexual men and women in Singapore, the other half is usually introduced as "A Friend". Which might then invite further questions when the "Friend" turns up regularly at the house, family functions, even funerals and housewarming parties only, in certain instances, to vanish inexplicably after a while.

Like me, Jon is highly disillusioned and indifferent to the religion we were brought up under. Devout families who view homosexuality as a damnable sin or psychological illness and where militancy against the 'Powers and Principalities of this World' is seen as an unending and necessary spiritual battle against the Devil and his corrupting influences. Which is a tiresome litany of activities that include reading Harry Potter and watching Desperate Housewives. But we still attend Sunday service, if only to keep the peace and for the fact that our finances do not allow us to do otherwise, for now at least.

Still, his laments about how sex (without a loved one) is starting to get less gratifying does reinforce my personal observation and experience that sex just for the sake of doing it, loses much of its appeal after a while. His blog continues to remain an enjoyable read. Once in a while, when I'm in the mood for something a little Hot and Heavy, I hop over to the Teenage Slut's blog (which isn't very work safe so I'm not posting the link) if only because his outrageous sexual exploits brings back heady memories of those wild days back then. Only thing is at the rate he's going, he's certainly getting a lot more bang for the buck.

Relatives' blogs are usually given a wide berth not least due to the preachy, bible study session like tone and content, I know my sister's definitely bores me to death. My cousin, however is a little unconventional and does have interesting viewpoints though she seldom updates and seems to be a more 'visual' person. She's certainly grown up to be a pretty, spunky girl. And I think she's a lesbian ( and happily attached from the looks of it). Seems like not so long ago, we were chasing her round that long gone fountain at Toa Payoh Central. Time certainly flies.

Yaoi continues to remain an interest which means trawling the various forums and scanlating sites to remain updated, though the addiction has certainly weakened not least due to the deluge of anime series recently. Youtubing has become a lot more addictive lately, thanks to Annie's introduction, due to the sheer volume and variety of stuff you can find. From whimsical home made videos to hard to find MVs of some obscure songs. And for all the local news and events, tomorrow.sg and ping.sg are more than sufficient to keep me occupied.

We all need our smut, what's yours?